The Christmas tree shone, brightening up the room
Decorations hung in splendour
Gifts lay beneath the tree
He was sitting in his favourite armchair
A man at peace with the world
He would watch the children run down the stairs
The room would come alive as they opened their presents
A special present for the good lady
The noise drifted into the past
A long time ago
Seemed like yesterday
The accident
The Policewoman crying, telling him the news
The day he died inside
Seventeen years now
Always the same ritual
Made the day seem right, special
Memories came flooding back
He sat down to rest
Slowly drifting off to sleep
They found him that way
In his favourite armchair
A man at peace with the world.
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Author:
Paul Bell (Pseudonym) (
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A special time in more ways than one. A time of peace. It leaves mixed feelings of peace and sorrow. Well done Paul
Christmas always has good and bad for people.
As does life in general
A fine write P.
Sad one.
The poem centers around a man reflecting on Christmas memories, particularly the joy brought by family and the celebration of life, juxtaposed with the grief of losing a loved one. It captures the bittersweet nature of remembrance and the solace found in embracing past experiences.
Christmas brings it all out for different people for different reasons.
Excellent write, enjoyable read.
Very emotive words Paul, a man at peace with the world.
Andy
a very sad and heartfelt poem - beautifully conveyed...
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